We are all born for love. It is the principle of existence, and it's only end.
A daffodil is not something most people think about when they hear the word love, but I won't ever look at a daffodil the same way again. I clean for a couple who are around my parent's age. The husband lost his leg in a railroad accident when they were young married and he has a hard time getting around. Last Friday, when I cleaned their house, there was a HUGE bouquet of daffodils on the coffee table and I went off about how beautiful they were. Joni then told me that her husband picks her a bouquet every spring because he knows that's her favorite flower. Knowing how hard that must be for him, it just amazes me. That's love.